>>100932886
no, I'd keep her chained up in my basement and force her to drink my semen and tell me how lucky she is to have me. Then I beat the shit out of her and she cries for mercy before I hug her tenderly and she cries about how happy she is to have someone to love a monstrous abomination like herself.

You arrive at the monster orphanage after receiving a rather stern letter
from the monster association. In exchange for clearing your student
debts and paying child support you would care for an orphaned girl
and supply her with nutrients.

"Oh hello anon, were so glad to see you." The surprisingly cheery Anubis was clearly expecting you,
this does not bode well.

"Come this way and we'll help you though the process" The Anubis guides you to what seems like
a hatchery. You see a number of eggs all lined up rapped in colorful clothing and shined on by heat lamps.

>>100933611
http://pastebin.com/u/Cyoa-anon
I think this is him, if you want feel good read
centaur,ogre, cyclops
A little less feel good
lamia, but it's still a pretty good story
Should probably avoid
mantis

I haven't read his other works yet though, his lich one was sorta lels cause everyone was goofing around in that cyoa

>>100933645>>100933632
You begin to stare at your chair, lewd thoughts begining to fill your mind.
You whip out your dick and begin to rub it against the chair, smearing your precum all over it. This goes on untill you rub it the wrong way and get giant slivers in your sensitive dick head.
Unable to take care of it without crying like a little girl, you eventually catch Gangreen, and have your fick chopped off.

>>100934097>Vagina. Snatch. Cunt. Slit. Gash. Labia. Pubis Mons. Lovebox.
very funny. and i taught we could speak about female monstruosities raping, eating and analy destroy young mens without falling into bad language.
watch your mouth anon, there could be kids looking for naruto threads among us

“That, that isn’t how marriage works.” You start laughing from the things she just said with a completely straight face. This caused her to pout before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “Oh yeah!? If you know so much about marriages then what are they!” she stuck her tongue out and closing her eyes.

“well marriage is when you…” you were trying to describe it in such a way that it wouldn’t be lewd but at the same time give a nice summary of why you couldn’t marry her. In the end the only argument that occurred to you was “A brother and sister can’t get married. It’s immoral.” This she tore apart by screaming “I don’t care about morals, I just wanna marry my Onii-chan!” her balled up fists at her side as she screamed.

That’s when it hit you. There was a way to get her to drop the issue “we can’t get married because first we need to go on dates!” She seemed curious by this and asked you to explain. You smiled because you knew that you had her hooked “a date is when two people who really love each other hang out and do fun things.” Your interruption was cut short by her raising her hand and piping in “Like playing house and collecting bugs!” she was grinning and you nodded which caused her to smile even more. “I want to take Onii-chan on a date!” she immediately grabbed your hand to lead you outside.

“what about for our first date we meet my friend?” you shot your hook and she ate it up. “Yeah! That sounds like fun and then we can go collecting bugs!” she nodded furiously while continuing to lead you out. It was only then that you remembered that she was a blue demon and she was leading you into a moderately conservative town.

>Story about different paladins in MGE setting >Equipped with ancient weapons from the age of an older Chief God and Demon Lord>Weapons make them resistant to Demonic Energy>Immune to the 'blessings of other gods'>Can PURGE Monsters>Slowly corrupts their minds and the weapons take over

Alright guys, I'm still working on ideas for Mighty Morphin' Monster Girls or whatever I'm going to end up calling it in the end. Here's what I've got so far, mostly culled from the last few threads.

>young boy ends up saved from a burning building (or other disaster of some kind) by a group of monster girls>monster girls accidentally reveal themselves to be a Super Sentai squad, fighting crime and various evil things in the city with special suits, weapons, and even some kind of giant robot>boy ends up roped into their shenanigans as a part-time member and full-time semen dispenser because semen = powerups

BBEG Giantess
Evil General Oni
Also Evil General Slime
Also Also Evil General Fairy
Also Also Also Evil General Lamia

All the different girls have mechs based on themselves. And then they all combine to form one giant robot, but that giant robot can take different forms depending on who takes the lead.

So everything combining with Salamander Red as the lead results in essentially Mecha-Granberia. Or combining with Centaur Blue as the lead would produce a centaur-esque knight, with the Harpy-bot's wings making it a Pegasus or something.

Also the MC would probably end up as the 'engine' of the machine, constantly milked to provide energy for the robot until he's got no more to give. So the giant robot isn't something that could be used to take out everything, or even something that could be activated except in giant-monster-girl-related emergencies.

"Hull is in the critical".
"Shields at 19 percent".
"We are losing power"!
"The Cores overheating, If we don't do anything soon we are going to lose"!
"Anon, We need your help"!
"W-What"? Anon chokes out.
"What could I do anyways"? Anon said.
"The power gauge is blinking, we have no more time"!
"We need your white stuff Anon".
"N-Nannnnnni"?!? Anon blurts out.
All six monster rangers turn to meet his unsettled gaze.
"Don't worry Anon, we will take good care of you, just relax and start undressing".

>Why would you go to the village when you have me?>Is it to see another woman, it was to see another woman wasn't it?>There's no need to explain, darling, I can smell her on your hair, on your body... you've been cheating, haven't you?!>No matter... I suppose all I can do now is PUNISH you for being unfaithful>That chill you feel? Oh, I just sapped your body of all its heat, and the only way to relieve yourself is with my meat hole~>But i'm not going to let you in~>Unless you say it~>Tell me you love me, that you're nothing but worthless scum unworthy of my hole~>Hora hora you're so honest aren't you~ Thrusting your hips like a horny monkey, plowing into my hole~>It totally... doesn't feel... good~>What? I'm not crying, idiot! Cheater!>Hikuu! Don't thrust so hard you pig! If you do that i'll... i'll... cumming!~>Never leave me... I love you...

>>100935214
I think you need to pad out the villain roster a bit more. There should be four knights, and then two people considered above the four knights. One of which inevitably betrays the evil villain and becomes significantly less combat proficient immediately afterward.

>>100935558>no Suu or Rach
On the V5's cover? I hope not! My autism couldn't handle it: we need one monster girl per cover, no more, no less.
Also, I'm still talking about the english version. I want to buy Okayado's shit, but I won't bother reading something I can't read. Right now, V3 and V4 are available for pre-order on Amazon.

After two more minutes, Manami returns with the food.
"I hope you like it!" She says while slamming a giant plate of food into the table in front of you.

You lean over and examine the contents of the plate. There's a wide variety of fish, all of them raw and still moving. There's even half of a Mantis Shrimp Girl, she seems to be in a deep state of shock.

"What IS this?" You ask Manami, trying not to puke as two shrimp begin to flail about.

“let’s get some proper date clothes on first.” You dragged her back inside before she got the chance to take even a step outside. She nearly fell but you managed to catch her seconds before hitting the floor. Unfortunately this was only achievable by using your body as a shield.

Before long the two of you were pacing through the town side by side. She tried skipping at first but you made sure to calm her down because she kept risking the hood falling back to reveal her new set of horns. That and beside that every 5 seconds she would try to feel you up by pretending to fall on you. After the third time you relented and gave her a piggy back ride to keep her calm. You could hear her heavy breathing as her young budding breast pressed against you.

“This is really nice…” you turned to look at her face under the hood, she was a deep red. It was only after that you realized her thighs were rubbing themselves ever so slightly against you. “th-this is nice…” she repeated to herself while picking up the speed of her rubbing. Immediately after that you threw her off and instead carried her in your arms princess style, she whined pathetically while trying rub her thighs.

It wasn’t long before you reached the same outcrop where you left omuchan, you put down your imouto. The silence was absolute but the thing that gave her away was the slight shaking of the underbrush. You called out for her and she rushed you immediately. Wrapping you in her arms “I-I-I wa-was so sca-scared!” she screamed as she rubbed herself against you.

You tried to calm her down to no avail, she simply cried even louder apologizing “I’m sorry sir! I’m so-sorry for as-assaulting you!!! P-Please forgive m-me!” she tried to kiss you but was interrupted by the sound of your imouto “who the fuck are you?” her voice was edged with poison and omuchan looked terrified.

>>100935363
You take a long look around the room to see a wave of cuteness so strong it could melt even
the heart of Judge Dread. If you could only take them all.
You are however no casual and given your SSS+ parenting rating you think your ready for a
challenge.

"Give me the largest amount of children who are the hardest to raise."
The Anubis is shocked by your sudden conviction.

>be air force pilot station in Italy, performing routine air patrols over the Adriatic Sea >Fluffy curtain just a some miles from us, on a good day its possible to make out the shore line>Practice air maneuvers and formations, mainly just as a show of force to our furry neighbors >co-pilot is a nice guy, ironically likes to build model ships in his spare time>He’s getting married next week to a cute French girl>got invited to be his best man>would be more than proud >finishing up combat maneuvers when Tactical gets on radio>”Rock Bandit-5, Rock Bandit-5, we have unidentified bogeys in Neutral zone, repeat, unidentified bogeys in Neutral zone. Be advised, your orders are to investigate, over.”>”Good copy, Rock Bandit-5 moving out.” co-pilot responds> Squadron of five F-14’s turns towards the Yugoslavian border to the reported location of the bogeys >can feel the G forces on your body as you turn into formation>”Hey, if were lucky, maybe we’ll finally get to see some action.” Co-pilot chimes in kicking the back of your seat>Give a nervous laugh and attach your face mask, the plastic taste of oxygen filling your mouth and nose >Realistically, if you did run into Foxes, the two of you would circle around in the air flexing your muscles until eventually one of you were called off back to respective bases>that’s how it usually worked at least>the kick of the engines forces your head back as you head towards your destination

You have just been kidnapped by
http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Special:Random (Redo if you don't get a girl)

She says if you fail to make her orgasm at least twice she will have you sold into slavery (nonsex slavery). If you make her orgasm 2-3 times she will release you. If you make her orgasm 4+ times CONGRATS she has now declared you her husband for all eternity.

http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/
On the left side enter your name
On the right enter the monster girl name/type
Hit simulate and wait for the results

>>100933516>>100933252>>100932963
You know, ever since this manticore thing kicked off I've always wondered. Isn't she supposed to be a sadist who gets off of people who fear her? Has she been de-fanged or something?

>>100937171>Let's load up the kids and take them somewhere to pick up chicks.
This guy gets it. But I am also expecting shenanigans and anon learning what it truly means to be a parent. Pic somewhat related.

Plopped in your arms the sphinx feels so light and the spectacular urge to slam her against the wall like you would a new gaming console. But before you were allowed to panic something magical happens. The sphinx, still yet to even open her eyes rolls over in your arms and cuddles against your chest, letting off a slight meow.

The world has stopped and everything will be okay now.

You get into your car to be greeted by a tall Kitsune with raven black hair
in the driver seat. Such commences the comfiest ride you've ever had to your peaceful wood land home. Upon your arrival you notice several agents of the department renovating your home for the three incoming newborns.

Your guided to the room you had cleaned and emptied for the new arrivals and quite carefully you set the child sphinx down into her new bed.

"Now we've left you supplies for roughly three months in your storage and put the proper literature in your library, but I think your going to need this most of all." The Kitsune paints a sort of a bracelet type mark around your hand.

"It's sort of a mating badge, it magically gives out a latent signal to the brains of adult un-married monster girls. Lets them now your available."

This could be a curse.

The team leaves just as soon as they finished their work, the fox gives you one last word.

"And just so you know, extra-species find single dads irresistible." She winks closes the door, and leaves you to the four new additions to the family.

>after some minutes, one of your wingmen responds on radio >”I got bogeys on radar….oh shit they’re MiGs” on your wingman responds >immediately check missiles and check flaps, just to be sure>one could never be too careful >”Stay cool everyone, keep your distance” co-pilot orders> you pull up your visor and turn your head to the side>you could make out five black dots in the clouds>now six>Co-pilot is busy trying to contact HQ about further orders>Suddenly the six dots veer towards your squadron, you immediately alert co-pilot>”They just want to get a good look at us is all, keep your cool guys.” He commands to the rest of you>The six dots become closer, you could start to make out wing profiles >MiG-23s, also known as Foxbats, a fearsome opponent>You heard their pilots trained naked in the mountains in order to get their bodies accustomed to oxygen depravation>One of your squad mates suggests accelerating to combat speed>Co-pilot chimes in again, “I’m not going to start World War III because we got spooked first. Keep your cool boys.”>The air becomes more tense as the two forces head towards each other>suddenly your console starts to flash, beeping loudly>a missile had locked on >”Oh shit! Evasive maneuvers! All guns are green! Engage engage engage!” co-pilot yells into radio as you pull the yoke downwards to narrowly evade a missle>the battle soon commences against the fluffy tails

>>100936775>ecstasy of anon: 4 times>ecstasy of orc: 7 times>you will never make an orc ahegao after she tried to rape you and make her into your dick sleeve, tattooing a mark onto ass to show your ownership

>>100936108
You look at the plate of raw fish, trying to do so with a straight face.

"Um, look you see-"

"Oh dear, how could I forget?" Manami scoots her chair as close to you as physically possible.

"What are you doing?" You ask the woman who's invading your personal space.

Manami pulls a pair of chopsticks out of somewhere, uses them to to grab one of the shrimps flailing around, and brings it to your face.
"I'm going to feed you," Manami smiles once again, but this time she blushes slightly, "Now say "Aaaah"."

The shrimp flails about in the pair of chopsticks like an epileptic person on speed in a Disco as Manami waits for your response.

>>100936775
Ecstasy of Anon : 1 times
Ecstasy of Nightmare : 7 times
well it appears i get the short end of the stick i get to fuck a centaur and only cum once i also will have to fuck her for the rest of my life

>The battle was fierce, the two lines of jets firing missiles into each other.>You see a huge fireball emit from your left as one of your wingman is instantly vaporized >You fire your missiles in return, locking on to the first target you acquire and firing away>The battle is too fast, your wingman calling out positions, your co-pilot calling out targets, numbers and positions from various aircraft coalescing into each other.>The MiGs are everywhere, above and below you, streaks of smoke filling the sky>Your console beeps again, another missile locked onto >your co-pilot yells into his mask as he barrel rolls the jet, looping through and trying every maneuver to lose the missile >he fails>you suddenly have the breath from your lungs sucked out of you as you feel yourself propel into the air, the ejection seat barely saving your life>you spin wildly through the air, holding onto your chair as you fall towards the earth>suddenly you feel a quick jerk as you chute finally opens, and you drift through the air lazily>you look around madly for your squad mates, for the ensuing battle, but can find no trace of them, as they are lost in the clouds above>You turn your attention downwards, dreading at landing in cold Adriatic sea, but find to your surprise, find land instead>You wonder what side of the Fluffy curtain you were on as you drifted closer and closer to the snow covered trees.

>During the Persian Gulf War, a US Navy F/A-18, piloted by Lt Cdr Scott Speicher, was shot down on the first night of the war by a missile fired by a MiG-25. The kill was reportedly made with a Bisnovat R-40TD missile fired from a MiG-25PDS flown by Lt. Zuhair Dawood of the 84th squadron of the IrAF.>In another incident, an Iraqi MiG-25PD, after eluding eight U.S. Air Force F-15s, fired three missiles at General Dynamics EF-111A Raven electronic warfare aircraft, forcing them to abort their mission and leave attacking aircraft without electronic jamming support.>In yet another incident, two MiG-25s approached a pair of F-15s, fired missiles (which were evaded by the F-15s), and then outran the American fighters. Two more F-15s joined the pursuit, and a total of 10 air-to-air missiles were fired at the MiG-25s, although none reached them. According to the same sources, at least one F-111 was also forced to abort its mission by a MiG-25 on the first 24 hours of hostilities, during an air raid over Tikrit.

It should be noted that at first, only the tip would go in. After the positions were switched, the entire thing kept hitting her womb. At first she enjoyed it, but after her first orgasm, she started saying "no..." all the time. Although that didn't really stop her from screaming out whenever she orgasmed.

>>100936792
"W-Who ar-are you?!” Omuchan’s voice was like fragile ice on the verge of shattering as your imouto took a step closer “I’m Anon’s date you ugly sack of shit!” she stomped her tiny feet and rushed forward to hug you. Omuchan must’ve misinterpreted her act of running forward because she turned white and immediately retreated behind you for cover. You were being used as a human shield on one side by the girl who was actually much larger than you and being pummeled in a tight hug by your imouto on the other side.

You remember what you came here to do after a few seconds of being used like this “What did I say!” you were directing it toward your imouto but Omuchan responded back by retreating and throwing herself to the ground “I-I’m so-sorry Anon!” she cried before burying her face in the dirt and you tried to calm her down only to have your imouto grab your arm “You said this was a date Liar!” You really didn’t have time for this.

“Everyone shut up!” you screamed as loud and as authoritative as you could, it worked for the most part. Your imouto looked at you as if deeply hurt for a few seconds before breaking into a loud sob “Onii-chan… Onii-chan hates me now!” she cried before letting go of your shirt and shaking violently “Please don’t hate me Onii-chan!” she cried while looking up at you with her tear-stained eyes. You were about to hug her when the sound of Omuchan on the other side called you “A-Anon I’m so-sorry!” her arms went weak and she slinked to the ground like a deflated balloon before rubbing her face in the dirt. “I’m so-sorry Anon! See?! I’m s-sorry!” Now you had to deal with two crying girls.

>>100937776
You brace yourself for what's likely to be a very long night, checking temperatures on the eggs, getting blankets for the beds, and warming up milk for the Sphinx. Sitting in your rocking chair you gently bring
the bottle to the Sphinx's face and rock back and forth as she sucks lightly on the bottle.

It's really unknown how there came to be so many orphaned monsters in this particular city, but you
wonder how a parent could so easily abandon it's child, especially since it was so helpless at this point.
Sure a lot of extra-species marriages tended to produce the maximum number of children, but there were
very few cases of documented child abuse. That is, in the case of mutual marriages.

The Sphinx gives a little yawn as it passes out in your arms yet again. You set her on the bed and commence
reading up on your three little darlings.

As minutes turn to hours and your notes pile high on the desk you set up in the room you get some moments
to reminisce about your life here, and the not so far away city.

>You land hard as you hit on the ground, the branches of trees doing little to slow your descent >You immediately unstrap yourself, and check your surroundings >Nothing but snow, trees, and more snow>you shiver as you begin to compile what gear you had on you >your survival gear, your knife, and a pistol you had strapped to your leg>you pull out a compass and a map of the Eastern side of the Adriatic Sea>of course, this map would do little seeing as how it’s been ten years since it was last updated, and you had no idea where you were >Suddenly you heard a snap of a twig behind you>you whirl around, scared at the sudden noise breaking the quietness of the forest>it’s a kitsune soldier >but not exactly, the uniform wasn’t camouflaged like normal infantry>You notice the pair of wings she wore over her flight suit>she was a pilot like you, probably shot down as well>its only now that you notice the knife in her hand, pointed directly at you>She charges you, letting out a battle cry as she bounded over the snow at you>You fall backwards at the sudden attack, scrambling backwards before remembering the pistol on your leg>you fumble it out of its holster, pulling the hammer back, and pointing it at the kitsune that was just about to gut you open>She freezes in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the pistol as she slowly dropped the knife and raised her arms above her head, a defiant look in her eyes >you could see your breath in front of your face as the distant sound of wolf howling was heard in the distance, as the two of your stared each other down.

>>100938774
Your dad died when you were very young, so you don't remember much about him. Your mother passed when you were 16. The death wasn't exactly tragic, harpies don't usually live as long as she did. Some said it was a miracle that she found your father at all let alone had children with him and build this hose in the middle of a fucking wilderness.

After her death you chose to take up service with the army rather then go to a foster home. Thinking back
now, your SSS+ rating as a parent was probably due to your service as an interpreter and MP.

After service and honors you moved to this town to settle down and study, but your linguistics degree had dept piling up leading to your current situation.

Light shines on your face waking you up from your quite slumber to the sound of cracking.

>>100936775
So, for shits and giggles, I typed in my name and put "Futanari" for the girl. I laughed at the weird, thin, vagina. Then the dick went in, the game stopped, and a message immediately appeared:

>>100939731
Get towel and washbin since hatching might be kinda messy and blanket/cushion. Bottles and a diaper on standby. When they take their first shit in the world it's one of the nastiest/most fascinating things in the world.

Guys... i'm fucking scared now. Like, literally fucking scared. I don't want to be the necrophiliac, I don't want my wife to sup at my spirit energy to make her pearly white skin more lustrous. I never asked for this.

>you pick yourself, fumbling as you got to your feet>The kitsune pilot had a flight suit similar in design to yours, albeit a different color>short hair, pointed ears above her golden head, and a mass of bushy tails bloomed out from behind her>you noticed that one tail was hanging awkwardly at an angle >the softness of the tails almost looked…inviting>you shook the thought out of your head, how had more important things to worry about>While still pointing the gun at her head, you demand to know where the two of you were>you get no response as she stares menacingly at you>You remember that even if she did understand your language, she probably wouldn’t tell anything to you >you motion with the pistol for her to kick her knife over towards you, which she begrudgingly does, the bladed weapon landing close to you>you pick it up, and while keeping eye contact, place it within one of your many pockets in your flight suit>the two of you stare down at each other, unsure of what would happen next>you could shoot her, but being in a position of power against someone who wasn’t armed just seemed wrong >Instead, you formulate an escape plan>you could head east, find some fishing village, procure a boat, and then sail back to Italy>it was far-fetched but it was your best option right now besides staying here in enemy territory>After getting your bearings with the sun, you point eastwards, motioning for her to be in the front as the two of you began towards the setting sun

Son you done broke my suspension of disbelief. F-14s were never flown by the USAF, they would definitely not get shot down by MiG 23s as the Iran-Iraq War showed, there are no fighter squadrons with only five planes, and Yugoslavia never possessed MiG 23s. Even if they were MiG 25s, they still would have been destroyed by the F-14s as F-14s shot down at least 10 MiG 25s, while F-14s suffered 0 losses. A flight of jets-which is any where from three to six jets would be more suitable. But a squadron is at least 12 planes. A more evenly matched plane would be the MiG 31 Foxhound, and served in the same interceptor role, although it was never intended for carrier service.
Pic related a Foxhound

>>100940603
No, I didn't mean to be condescending or anything like that. I'm just trying to rectify some mistakes. It's nothing personal if that's what you think, it's just that I like to nitpick. Your greentext is alright
Pic semi-related more MiG 31s. They are sexy planes

>>100939731
Your eyes open wide to see the green egg slowly begin to crack open. Readying the tub of water and towels you prepared last night you look unto the magical hatching. All the books gave the same basic advice, let the creature makes it's own way out of the egg, don't baby it.

All that advice was shit because terrifyingly enough the egg is almost instantly teared open and two yellow eyes poke out scanning the room until they see you. It's the Wurm. Her eyes peice into your soul as she breaks the rest of the way out of the egg and lifts her arms up at you. Picking her up, you lay her down in the basin and wash the gunk off of her and wrap her up like a burrito. She continues to stare at you as you lay her back down and you hear the cracking again. The red egg was snapping apart faster then the first.

Before you even make it to the second set of rags you hear a low screech and feel the red eyes practically raping your back. Raising this one out of her egg she clings to your arm and lightly bites into your finger. Letting this go on for awhile you wash her up and make a second burrito wrap.

A low howl breaks your peace, the Sphinx has opened her eyes and their glued to your face.

The rest of the day is spent nurturing and caring for your young cub and hatch lings.

The rest of the week proceeds to be the true hell as you can't well enough leave these three alone with out them crying out for food or hygiene disasters. By the end of the week, your dog-tired.

The only time they all seem to quiet down is when they cuddle up to your body, you were given heat lamps for the two lizards, but they don't disturb you nearly as often when they're all in your bed.

>>100941068
Kinda fix yourself up and then answer door. As for the kids, I find getting them into the crib cleanly quickly and padding their sides minimizes chances of them waking. Doing it slowly only makes them realize what is happening or something.

Fine, here's the paste with the entire (short) story so far
http://pastebin.com/AnaWRuje

Well, your heavy eyes and the lack of conversation are taking their toll on you. Thus far they haven't done anything to you, so you figure why not. As you roll about in the seat trying to get comfy, you see something covered with a blanket to your side. It's Savannah's tail.

"Thought you could use somethin' to rest your head on; I know it's not very comfortable to try and sleep in these seats."

She smiles at you. You poke at her tail bulb, surprised at the feeling. It's firm yet still soft.

You thank her for her kindness, and you rest your head against it. It's rather comfortable, and the thick blanket masks the little nubs on the outside. Reclining the seat as far back as it goes, you settle in and drift off to sleep.

You awake a few hours later as the truck rolls into a rest stop and Savannah has to get out.

"Sorry to wake you up darlin,' but I've got to gas up and get a little rest myself."

She reaches into the back to grab her jacket, then hops out of the cab. This is the first time you've seen her stand up. Your suspicions about her thighs and ass have proven to be correct. If you were a lesser man you might given in to temptation, but so far your resolute nature has prevented anything... unbecoming from happening. Though as you stand up and look out the driver's window at her swaying hips you wonder about your choices.

To snap you from your thoughts, Clare appears once again, her head peeping out from the curtains.

"Oh? She's gone? Then it's just you and me, kiddo~"

The smile of the damned returns.

The light pouring in from the petrol station cascades over her face, revealing her to be in her late 20s or early 30s, versus the mid 30s appearance of Savannah.

>>100940810
Yes, but that MiG 25 had the element of surprise, versus an F/A 18. MiG 25s don't do generally well against Tomcats. Maybe it was badly pilots-I'm not sure, but the MiG 25 excels at interception which is why it performed well against EF-111 and F-111. Against fighters like the F-15 as demonstrated, it can outrun them, but it can't survive in a fight against them. Against F-14s in the Iran-Iraq War MiG 25s scored no kills of F-14s, and it wasn't satisfactory enough for the Iraqis, who pursued Mirage F1s in order to combat the F-14s

>According to research by journalist Tom Cooper, at least 10 MiG-25s may have been shot down by Iranian F-14s (one of them shared with an F-5[33]) during the Iran-Iraq war

Y'know I enjoy talking about aircraft, but I wonder what a Tomcat girl looks like. I think I have a pretty good idea of a Foxbat girl or a Foxhound girl, especially with all the Soviet kitsunes. Not so much a Tomcat girl

You’re caught between a giant masochistic centipede and a crying succubus imouto. Even though naturally your first instinct would have been to take care of your crying imouto deep down you knew it was her fault and you weren’t going to allow her to think that kind of behavior. With a heavy heart you turned to face Omuchan and lifted her up from the ground. She seemed shock by this even if you had done it over 10 times by now.

“Stop crying Omuchan, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You try to sway her slowly but she is goddamn giant and your comforting just caused her to cry more “O-oh Anon… I-I do-don’t deserve your care!” she screamed before embracing you even tighter than you had. She rested her head on your shoulder and slowly stopped sobbing. By the time you were done taking care of her your shoulders were tired from supporting her massive weight.

You gently let go of her and she pouted as if to say that she wanted to hug for just a bit more, she relented after a second anyway allowing you to turn to comfort your imouto. To your surprise your imouto was behind you anyway. Her head held low and her hands fidgeting together. She whispered something inaudible before grabbing your hand. “What was that?” you lowered to her level and she raised her face, her eyes were red from crying and she had some snot on her lip. “I want… I want Onii-chan to hug me too…” she sobbed for a bit before extending her arms and stood patiently, her lip quivered in fear.

I'm just saying not to discount slavshit just because it's slavshit. I have no doubts MiG-25's won't be the most effective against F-14's since it's an interceptor vs. an air superiority fighter, and yes I am aware that the F-14 was also a semi-interceptor too but that wasn't the main role it was developed for.

But if we were talking about MiG-29's and Su-27's instead of MiG-25's...

>>100941068
You do a quick check to make sure all the kids are tucked in and sound asleep and as fate would have it a rare calm descended across the house. You sigh with relief, then make your way down the stairs making your single father self look as presentable as possible. The door opens to the greatest sight you may have set eyes on days. A Sea-Bishop, in full office attire.

"Oh hello anon, I'm from the office of integration and i'm here to check up on your current situation"
Dear gods, you feel like Palamon observing an amazonian princess. stumbling you invite her in and ask if she'd like anything to drink.

"No thanks I really must see the children before we get down to other business." Bringing her up stairs she gazes into the nursery just a peek to see the sleeping children. Her face glows red and a large, innocent smile spreads across her face. She losses herself to wistfulness for awhile until you gently pull her back.

"OH YES the paper wo.." Cupping your hand over your mouth you quickly shut the door and bring her to the hall. She composes herself and you bring her down to the dinning table.

"Sorry about that, I really like kids. Now before we start, is their anything you'd like to ask me?"

I hate to do this but; Hound, would you be so kind as to relay the name of that doujin or manga or whatever it is that's been posted the past couple weeks with that minatourous who's like 10 feet tall?

>>100942006
Oh yeah, I totally agree with what you said. Against MiG 29s and Su-27s, the F-14 would be in trouble. Especially the nasty upgrades the MiG 29s and Su-27s recieved, like the MiG-29 SMT and the Su-27SM
Pic-related, Su-27

>>100942042
"What did you think of the children?" The question shoots directly though the sea bishops and she immediately goes into full cherry mode.

"OHMYSEAGODDESS They were the cutest little things! The way the fluffy little Sphinx kept hugging it's sheets, and the Wurm whipping about it's tail all around and the Dragon cooing every so slightly! I never thought that I would see "those" three so peaceful!" The sea-bishops praises leave you rather stunned. She retreats back in her chair and looks down, poking her two fingers together, clearly embarrassed by her outburst. You decide to ease the tension by asking some more serious questions.

"Whats with the rise of orphans?" To this, the Bishop reclaims her original upright official pose.

"To put it bluntly, it's because of rape victims. A great deal of monsters who rape men often don't keep the children, but with abortion still being a hot-button issue and the increased integration in law-enforcement..."
You grind your teeth a little at those last words, dark memories

Oh dear, you've brought the mood even lower, looks like your going to have to use 'that'.

"Will you marry me?"

"W-w-w-what?! You couldn't possibly be serious? Nobody wants to marry a sea-bishop! Let alone...someone as old as me.

>What do you do?>Also i'm going to shower and get a soda to prepare a little and let the other two CYOA go wild for a bit. So get creative.

>>100942410>>100943124
“Why did you say those mean things to Omuchan?” you put your finger on her chin which caused her to blush slightly while still sobbing. She lowers her arms and tries to look away. “I… I didn’t want her t-to take my Onii-chan away…” she mutters it in such a way that it you can hardly hear it.

“What?” you had understood the first time but you wanted her to say it clearer. “I-I don’t want to share my Onii-chan! She can go find her own Onii-chan if she wants but you’re my onii-chan…”she swings her arms while muttering. You smile at her and she seems to melt just looking at you “I already told you that no matter what happened I was going to be with you.” she seemed to soften up and her eyes got wet.

“I know, but if you go with her then… then…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, instead she grabs the fringe of the robe she’s wearing and sobs quietly. “I don’t want Onii-chan to hate me…” you pat her head and let her get it all out, after a few minutes Omuchan is clicking impatiently and your imouto regained her composure. “Why don’t you apologize to Omuchan? Then the two of you can be friends.” reluctantly she walked toward Omuchan.

“H-Hi Omuchan…” she looked away from the girl but Omuchan turned a bright red anyway before stuttering “N-Ni-Nice to me-meet you!” she extended her hand fearfully and gave a forced smile. Your imouto looked up at her and slowly met her handshake, the two of them stood silently, the handshake completed but neither of them let go.

“He’s my Onii-chan and I’m his favorite…” your imouto began to speak, you thought you were going to witness a death match but she continued speaking. “But I guess he can be your Onii-chan too…” she quickly let go of the handshake and ran back to you with her hands outstretched.

“I did good right? I deserve a hug now!” she smiled and looked up at while jumping in place waiting for you.

>>100942712>I wonder. Do people actually feel aroused by a kitsune's fluffy tail or is it the idea of what they could do with it that's so erotic?
Personally I wouldn't want to get her tails dirty with my semen. Fluffy tail is for cuddling and to roll around in.

>>100943252
Was going to go on about the level of commitment you're asking for with three kids, but fuck it, turn on your swag but don't make sea bishop too easy. Having serious conversations about being shot down with babies that don't know what the fuck you are talking about is an important activity when bonding with your kids.

>>100941576
Well, chatting with Clare couldn't be all that bad.
You ask her how long she's been with Savannah, doing this whole trucking thing, and how long she's known Savannah.
Her smile never really disappears, even when speaking. It's creepy and alluring at the same time.

"Well~ We've been doing on-the-road for about three years... though I've known her for almost twenty. I've come along with her because I had nothing better to do, really. I never married or had kids. Too much of a free spirit, I suppose. Or maybe it was something else that kept anyone from getting too close to me?"

One end of her grin creeps so far up her face it causes her eye to form into a half-moon shape. She shifts about, disappearing into the back.

"Come back here, it'll be easier to talk~ fufufu I promise I won't bite~"

>>100943786
“Yes you did. Good job!” you pet her head and stroke her hair. She closes her eyes and enjoys the attention but soon she is geared for something else. “hug!” she cries it so desperately you don’t hesitate to comply. You lean down and pick her up gently. She giggles at your touch and seems content to stay in that position.

“remember that I will always be with you.” You whisper into her ear as you hold her close and tighten your grip, she responds in the same way by tightening and wrapping her feminine legs around your torso. “I’m so happy, Onii-chan is hugging me!” She turns a deep red before resting her head on your shoulder and rubbing herself against your hair. “Onii-chan’s smell!” she inhales deeply while practically latching herself to you.

“Onii-chan smells so nice!” she cries and you become aware of how warm her body seems, for a second your mind wanders. It’s only for a second but even then you feel terrible immediately afterwards. Your imouto on the other hand seems happier than ever “Onii-chan is thinking of hugging me closer!” she screams and you realize that even if she is your sister she is also a succubus, and succubus are known for influencing those around them. She juts out her soft lips and begins moving closer “I don’t mind if it’s you Onii-chan…” her voice is sultry and her breath smells sweet.

You only have second left before her lips connect to yours, in the distance you’re vaguely aware of Omuchan looking at you shocked but covering her mouth. The world around you seems to fade and only your imouto remains, your sweet innocent imouto. You can still stop yourself, but you're not sure you want to anymore.